Grace and I had managed a few moments of enjoyable company during breakfast, mainly as she picked at the remnants of her breakfast and we shared awkward but polite conversation. But the moment I noticed she had finished her food, and was casually nursing her coffee mug within her hands, I offered her a smile and suggested we work upon our wedding plans. Immediately, her body language altered. She tensed and her tone was sharper. Wedding plans were evidently the last thing upon her mind...
"Is there not such thing as enjoying one another's company any more?" She snapped. "I swear I am sick of the sound of wedding plans!" She added so furiously it silenced me.
I glanced down at the phone upon my lap. The message from my father glaring back at me.
